1. |
the flute
03:01
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2. |
mommies little boy
03:42
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frustrated
oh you make me feel
powerless
along for the ride
overlooked
thoughts ’n wishes
denied the right
to pick ’n choose
hemmed in every turn
‘cause you say
you know better
you know better
always right, never wrong
no room for discussion
i try and i try
no headway
no compromise
you care
so much love
always good intentions
“i’m the best son in the world”
in the whole world!
i’m mommies
i’m mommies
i’m mommies little boy
i’m mommies
set me free
release me
in diapers yesterday
and if you had what you want
scrub me down
comb my hair
i’ll do whatever you want
in diapers yesterday
and if you had what you want
tuck me in
hold my hand
take me wherever
i’m mommies
i’m mommies
ooh… ooh…
i’m mommies
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3. |
silent type
03:31
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he is a silent type
a long way from home
what he dreams in the middle of the night
nobody knows
dark clouds roll in
hard to find
a stray dog a bone
find… find … find…
they say but they don’t know
no they don’t
what he sees in the middle of the night
nobody knows
don’t bother me
i need to be alone
oh… oh…
calling out calling out
call for help call for help
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4. |
wait for you
04:13
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i hear a rustle in the trees
reminding me it’s time to go
and tell me if you please
if there is anything i gotta know
something that i missed
my final shot at happiness
waiting for a sign
to tell me that there’s more than this
i’ll wait for you
i’ll be there for
something in the passing breeze
could never be more outta sight
the answer to my dreams
now or never got me paralyzed
up on the ledge
time to dive
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5. |
lonely
04:13
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i wish that i could be with you
i’m just not good enough for you
can not make any mistake
or else i’m through
i try so hard but it’s no use
you tie around my neck a noose
across the room i thought that you
could be my friend
got no friends
so lonely
all alone
in my room
nobody
cares ‘bout me
when i cry
no one cares
when i’m sad and be myself
i wish that there was someone else
who knew me truly as i am
who didn’t hold a grunge
someone who knew me deep inside
someone to whom i could confide
someone to judge me not at all
love me as i am
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6. |
don't need nobody
04:46
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you’re the only one i despise
fat lips, big brown eyes
come and see
i’m learning please
oh a simple thing
oh you’re still all to me
after all never leave
all i need is a little sympathy
you are not prepared to give me
set you free heart is bleeding now i see
what it is you
did to me, you did to me
i need nobody
i need nobody
i need nobody
don’t need nobody
don’t need nobody
don’t need nobody
‘ts what i need
all i need is a little sympathy
i’m in need
when i’m in need
oh you’re not prepared no
you’re not prepared
set you free
set you free…
my heart is bleeding
now i see what it is you did to me
what it is
i don’t need nobody… you
i don’t need nobody… you
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7. |
out of my head
04:26
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never before have i felt this way
things moved so fast ‘cause
we both knew how much time remained
was it foolish to have rushed right in
to start something that had to come to an end
to live from one day to the next not think of what’s up ahead
to live from one day to the next not think of what’s up ahead
i can’t get you out of my head
you make me feel like i’m just one of the rest
such beauty
i never knew i could attract
was weary
such girls always want that they get
how much fun did we have
go to places i’ve never been
my patience only goes so far
i’ll pack it in, give up, move on when ignored
was it foolish to have rushed right in
to start something that had to come to an end
never before have i felt this way
things moved so fast ‘cause
we both knew how much time remained
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8. |
backseat
04:22
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sitting in the backseat
hot summer day
chewing gum and leaning
fast cars drive away
and the tunes are playing
on the radio
can’t hear what your saying
we drive down the road
daddy’s driving my feet
feel the wind flow by
all along the sidewalk
beauty pass me by
the sun’s rays are burning
pass the coppertone
smear and spread all over
never take me home
sitting in the backseat
sitting in the backseat
sitting in the backseat
sitting in the backseat
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9. |
why try
05:19
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i come to you in the morning
to show how much i care
and go lay down beside you
run figures through your hair
you turn away ignore me
and say, “get outta here!”
return and hope you change your mind
wait patiently, bide my time
the day will come when you see me
through the same eyes
why do i try
i am blind
to the fact
you’re a spoiled brat
why do i try
i am blind
i am blind
ooh… ooh… ooh… ooh…
why do i try
why do i try
why do i try
why do i?
i give to you all that you want
and in return you take and take
will ever things get better?
i’m waiting for the day
i give to you my everything
was that a big mistake
perhaps it’s time to move on
perhaps i long for what is lost
letting go come at what cost
am i willing?
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10. |
miss you
13:37
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tomorrow is here to stay
not the same as yesterday
and i’m wishin’ for better days
‘cause you’re gone
thinking of what to say
the next time i see your face
and how to change my attitude
you’re so hard to try and forget about
i miss you
i miss you
do you miss me
miss me
ooh… ooh… ooh… ooh… ooh
can’t stop thinking about you
and all the things that we
did together
just can’t figure out
what it is… i did
must need to know one thing
mmm the thing how you really feel
and if there are any doubts
about the way you feel… for me
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Toddler Montreal, Québec
Lo-fi Bedroom Pop recorded with used instruments bought on the internet.
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